He's what appears to be seven.
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He's not tall.
He's not short.
He's not average either.
(Not really, anyway. Not nearly as average as some of those others.)
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He's not quiet.
He's not loud.
He's not outstanding either.
(Not really, anyway. Not nearly as outstanding as they'd like him to be.)
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He's not fat.
He's not well-built.
He's not scrawny either.
(Not really, anyway. Not nearly as scrawny as he could possibly be.)
He's what appears to be eight.
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He's not mischievous.
He's not well-behaved.
He's not nonchalant either.
(He's not. Not as much as he should be.)
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He's not happy.
He's not sad.
He's not glad either.
(He's not. Not as much as he appears to be.)
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He's not powerful.
He's not weak.
He's not strong either.
(He's not. Not as much as one can be.)
He's what appears to be twelve.
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He's not sociable.
He's not anti-social.
He's not lonely either.
(That's what he tells himself, at least.)
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He's not outspoken.
He's not introverted.
He's not brash either.
(That's what they'd like to think, at least.)
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He's not kind.
He's not mean.
He's not nice either.
(That's what it seems, at least.)
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They live in the same world.
They breathe the same air.
They see the same stars.
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One's a prince, one's a pauper, one's a jester.
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Three different boys.
Three different souls.
Three different voices.
Three different choices.
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One path...
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A/N: Just in case it's not clear, and I'm pretty sure it isn't clear, the three I'm talking about, in no particular order, (actually there is, but telling you what that is would take the fun out of the entire fic), are Byakuya, Shuuhei and Gin.
Happy Guessing.
Cheers,
Tan